Conquest Deity: Olcay Part One (special preview)

The wall of the courtyard erupts forward and, as I look up, I see a massive red bull climbing over the debris. My mother is toppled by a stone and lays trapped underneath one by her legs. The priests all stand away from me but are suddenly grabbed by dark shadows that rise up from the earth and hold them aloft.

The rider of the red bull drops down and I see the gold spiked boots from my dreams. Their gold armor is illuminated by the fires just outside. They step over my mother and stand before me. Kneeling down, their head is adorned by a golden helmet with massive horns dripping in blood. I cannot see their face, but I long to kiss them.

“Your wish is granted, little princess.” They hold my face in their palm. “Are you ready to give payment?”

My mother is screaming incoherently behind us. As I glance back towards her, I see her fingers bloody from scraping at the stone and she is all but foaming at the mouth. I glance back to Conquest and my lips part softly. 

“What is your name, my lord?” I ask.

“Olcay,” they sigh. Their fingers then slip between my breasts to the mark they left. “Now answer me, will you pay?”

I nod. “Yes. Please, take it.”

Olcay lays me back on the ground and removes one of their gauntlets. In the view of all the priests and my mother, Olcay slides their hand down my body. I feel that same heat pool in my loins again and I close my eyes.

Olcay’s fingers rub to my mound then squeeze me in their palm. I gasp out loud as my mother screams in madness. Olcay’s free hand wraps around my throat and I shiver at the hot metal that digs into my skin.

Olcay’s fingers slip inside me and I cry out at the sensation. It is strange for me, and I wriggle as their fingers move. Olcay presses against my throat and they snarl.

“Keep still, little princess,” they growl.

“Forgive me,” I mewl. I wrap my hands around their wrist. “It feels strange.”

Olcay moans. “It will feel better soon.” Their thumb lands between my folds, rubbing against me and hitting a nerve that makes me lose my breath. How can a touch feel so good? What was I not told?

Olcay then slowly pulls out their fingers and raises them up for all to see. “This is virgin blood!” Olcay laughs loudly. “And it is mine!” They rub their fingers down their armor before returning them to me. “As is this.”

I cry out, gasping for breath as their fingers move inside me. I grab tighter around their wrist as my lashes begin to flutter. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head as their strong fingers reach a spot in me that has me feeling I might lose my mind.

All eyes are on me, everyone can see, and yet I do not care. I want them to watch, I want them all to know it is because of me that Olcay is here. An overwhelming sensation floods me, I cannot breathe, my whole body tenses, and the spot that Olcay was rubbing with their thumb pulses. 

Olcay pulls away their hand from my mound, their fingers covered in that sticky nectar. Their hand lifts from my throat and they scoop me up from the ground. They carry me to their red bull and lay me across its back.